Random Fandom Oneshots

The London Institute

Hey guys! I've decided to start writing for one of my favorite fandoms ever, The Infernal Devices series by Cassandra Clare! Disclaimer! I don't own any of the characters of the Infernal Devices series!

This oneshot is a Jem Carstairs x Reader oneshot!

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~(Y/N)'s POV~

I sigh, looking up at the looming building in front of me, the hairs on my neck standing up. The gates opened and let me in. I gathered my skirts and walked into the yard, walking up the brick walkway before arriving at the two large wooden doors. I see a knocker on the left door and shakily raise a hand, gripping the ring and dropping it three times. A large man with dark brown hair and brown eyes opened the door, looking down at me.

"Ah, you must be Ms. (Y/N) (L/N), the Consul told us you'd be arriving shortly, come in." He says, stepping to the side and letting me in. I walk into the foyer, looking around at the vaulted ceilings where an intricate chandelier hung above us.

"I'll be taking you to the head of the Institute." says the man, leading me up a grand staircase towards an office. He knocks on the door to the office, earning a 'come in' before he opens the door, leading me in. In the chair behind the desk sat a small woman with brown hair and brown eyes, her pale hands folded neatly on the desk.

"Hello, you must be the new arrival, (Y/N) (L/N), is it?" She asks. I nod.

"Yes ma'am."

"I am Charlotte Branwell, the head of the London Institute. I'd like to welcome you to our lovely home." She says, standing and walking around the desk, holding a hand out for me to shake. I remove my gloves and take her delicate hand in my own calloused one, shaking it gently. She smiles and lets go of my hand.

"I'll have our maid, Sophie, show you to your room. I hope you don't mind, your neighbor is an avid violin player." She says, gesturing to a young lady dressed in a black dress with a white apron, her brunette hair pulled back into a braided bun. I smile at her, bowing slightly at the waist.

"Hello Sophie." I say. She curtsies, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Hello ma'am..." She says, straightening before gesturing for me to follow her. I do so, gathering my skirts to follow her. She leads me down a few twisting corridors before stopping at a large oak door.

"Here's your room. Do you have any bags or anything we need to bring to you?"

"No. I packed pretty light." I say.

"Thank you though." I added, smiling to the young lady.

"You are most welcome Miss (Y/N)." She says, walking away. I open the door and walk into the room, taking a deep breath in. That's when I heard it, the ever so faint sound of a violin being played next door. I smile, listening to the music before my feet start to move on their own accord, dancing slowly across the wooden floor, the heels on my shoes clacking lightly.

"Oh, now who do we have here?" asks a sultry voice from my doorway. I stop my dance and turn to see the tall, slightly pale man with black hair and deep blue eyes standing in my doorway.

"Oh, hello. I didn't see you there. My name is-"

"(Y/N) (L/N), I know. You're all Charlotte's been talking about since the New York Institute mentioned sending you over here." He says.

"And you are...?" I ask, raising a brow.

"Will, Will Herondale." He says, bowing dramatically and taking my hand in his larger one and kissing my knuckles. I take my hand away, looking at him with my brows furrowed.